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penned with passion.
i wrote this essay when i was in primary six, i got a 33/40 for it, which was a big deal for me, so i'm quite proud of this, however nooblish it may sound now.
this story was written based on a picture which was of three uniform men falling into a "pool".
Quicksand
The blinding sunlight penetrated through the thick lush Amazon forest. Birds chirped shrilly. This was the day. Three men were serving for National Service were staggering through the thick vegetation. These men were Christopher, Jerome and Jonathan. Their sergeant had ordered them to spend life in the forest.
Sweat trickled down their necks and down their backs. It was the last day. And the last trip they ever made.
The three men came to a mangrove swamp. It was the only route back to camp. The men tiptoed cautiously onto the mud. The boots went "squelch". Gruesome and disgusting. The men went quietly along, when suddenly a large gaping mouth snapped at the three men, who were taken aback. They fell into the thick muck. The mouth snapped shut and the dripping mud revealed a large caiman. The fearsome eating machine was well over two metres, a scaly streamlined body with a murky greenish-brown skin that camouflaged it in the thick, runny mud. Jerome shrieked in horror and agitation. The others pulled him up and they staggered helplessly over the slippery mud to the other side.
The crocodile gave chase. It was a wild goose chase - the terrified soldiers ran here and there. The crocodile was catching up. The it attacked. It lunged its knuckled-breaking snout into the back of Jonathan. Jonathan screeched a piercing screech of terror and pain that rang through the forest and bounced off the tree trunks. The other men, Christopher and Jerome looked back and saw the huge reptile loomed over Jonathan and put a foot on his back, curshing him. Jonathan groaned. Christopher, who was known to be quick-witted back at camp, drew a sharp dagger from its sheath and threw it at the caiman. The hilt hit the reptile in the snount and ricocheted off. No use. Jerome drew his dagger and took a swift aim and threw it at the caiman. The dagger spun in the air and struck the caiman in the left eye. It roared in anguish and pain. Blood streaked out from its wounded eye. It was truly a replusive sight. The Caiman, knowing it was defeated, lumbered off painfully.
The men went over to Jonathan and helped him up. After some rest, the men reached the opposite side of the swamp and continued on their journey. Just then a spider landed on Jerome's helmet. He saw it. And he screamed and ran, knocking his companions over. They rolled, stumbled and fell into a deep pool of mud. sinking mud. Or rather, quicksand. The men screamed when they knew what situation they were in. They tore violently at the sides of the pool. The grass was torn off, but to no avail. the men sank rapidly in the pool of sinking sand which was up to thier necks. The men gave a final shriek and sank into the bottomless pool.
A billion years later, the ice age began. A dog like creature dug up thick but frozen mud. It created a trough and found... three sets of human bones in army uniform.
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